HER VENGEFUL SCOT: Christina Phillips
To avenge his sister’s honor, he must destroy the woman he wants most in the world…
Ordered to remain in Pictland, Cameron MacNeil fights the lust that consumes him whenever he encounters the aloof princess, Elise. Not only is she a cursed Pict, she belongs to the man he has vowed vengeance upon.
Despite her reputation, Elise has no interest in men until she meets Cameron. Lacking the famed Scots charm, his blunt ways enchant her and he ignites a passion she long thought dead. When she is freed from her difficult marriage, Elise places her trust in the tough Scot warrior who has stolen her heart.
Bound by blood oaths, the only way Cam can protect Elise from political schemes is to make her his bride. When Elise discovers the truth, she fears everything she knew about her husband was a lie. All she can do is trust her goddess was right and Cameron is her one true love.
A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
He eyed the massive boulder that sat on the rim of the slope. Its ancient pagan carvings caused an eerie shiver to scuttle over his arms. Wasn’t it sacrilegious to build a monastery in the center of such a stone circle? Without thinking, he reached out and brushed his palm across the surface of the rock. It was warm and oddly soothing. Unnerved by such errant thoughts, he snatched his hand away, took another step and nearly collided into the crouched form of Lady Elise.
Heart pounding, he glared down at her. She had been completely hidden by the boulder until he had almost fallen over her. And the way she was staring up at him, her blue eyes wide with shock, gave the impression she imagined he’d crept up on her unawares on purpose.
The thought irked him.
“What are you doing there?” His voice was harsh, his Pictish raw. She was fortunate he hadn’t crushed her delicate hand under his boot. It was sheer chance that he had not.
She sat back on her heels, her hand now safely clasped by her other on her lap. Her jaw was tilted at an angle as she looked up at him, and her sky blue gown, so unlike a Scot woman’s gown, hugged her curves and gave an unobstructed view of her tempting cleavage.
Lust gripped low in his groin, twisting like a serpent. His shaft thickened and it was all he could do to prevent a groan from escaping his dried throat. He could not even look at her for a moment without wanting to lift her skirts and thrust himself into her. Despite her heritage. Despite the fact she had never given him the slightest indication she was interested in him.
With damning reluctance, he dragged his hot gaze from her creamy breasts and the illicit fantasies of burying his face in her scented flesh. He battled the urge to pull her to her feet and trap her against the boulder, and instead focused on her face. And saw only her parted pink lips, so tantalizingly on level with his damn unruly cock.
Could she see his erection through his plaid? Insane images of gripping her head and ramming into her wet, willing mouth hammered in his brain. The vision burned behind his eyes, obliterating all else. The haughty princess Elise, on her knees before him, her tongue and lips fucking his cock as he pumped his hot seed down her slender, royal throat.
Infuriated by his lack of control he folded his arms across his chest. It did nothing to curb the rabid need clawing through his groin, or help cool the fervid fantasy incinerating his mind. But at least he was no longer tempted to reach out and slide his fingers through her shining hair.
She still hadn’t answered him. But then, why should she? She was a princess and he a foreign commoner. Doubtless, she considered his question impertinent. He should turn and walk away. Leave her.
The tip of her tongue moistened her lips and he could no sooner turn and walk away than he could summon up a witty remark on their unexpected meeting. So he did what he did best and glared at her.
Christina Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance but whether the hero is a fallen angel, tough warrior or sexy mortal, the romance will be sizzling and the heroine will bring her hero to his knees.
She is a triple finalist in the 2013 ARRA Awards for Favorite Erotic Romance, and finalist in the 2012 ARRA Awards for Favorite Paranormal Romance. Christina is published by Entangled, Ellora’s Cave and Berkley Heat and has dipped her toe in the indie pubbed waters. She loves hearing from her readers!
Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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